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She grinned and reached down, wrapping her hand around my dick again like we were picking up right where we left off. My head was still reeling from what she said, but her touch short-circuited all my thoughts. Her grip tightened and within seconds, I was already thick and hard again. She climbed over me, straddling my waist, her breasts brushing my chest. The piercings caught my eye again, making my mouth water. I grabbed her ass with both hands, squeezing tight, guiding her hips where I needed them.
She wasted no time lining herself up and sliding down on my dick in one slow, deep stroke that made both of us moan. Her walls gripped me tight, like she was made for this. I grunted, holding onto her hips, but she took control, riding me slow, then fast, her rhythm switching up just to tease me. Sweat beaded down her back as her moans filled the bedroom. She leaned inclose, chest pressed to mine, grinding her hips like she wanted to milk me dry.
“Fuck me slow, Daddy. I want to feel all of that big pretty muthafucka,” she moaned
I flipped her onto her stomach, gripped her hips, and slid back inside from behind. I fucked her slow and deep, letting her feel every inch just like she asked. The way she clawed at the sheets told me she liked it and she was right there on the edge.
“Say my name,” I growled.
“Marcus,” she moaned.
“Louder.”
“Fuck, Marcus!”
Her body shook as her orgasm tore through her, and I followed, coming so hard my vision blurred. I collapsed beside her, pulling her close, both of us covered in sweat and still breathing heavy. My mind should’ve been spinning, wondering about Ghost, my father and all the shit that didn’t make sense. Two mentions in one day felt more coincidental, but with Tori’s slick body curled up against me, I let the thoughts drift. We fucked the rest of the night away and by the time the sun crept through the blinds, she was knocked out cold. I grabbed the cuffs from my drawer and locked her wrist to the headboard. Her and that good pussy would stay put until I said so. She wasn’t going nowhere... not just yet at least. Whatever storm was brewing, I’d face it tomorrow.
CHAPTER 22
Ivy
I hadn’t slept muchthe past two days. The walls felt like they were closing in on me and the silence pierced my ears. The morning light crept through the cracks in the blinds, signaling another day without a word from Ghost. No call, no text, mot even the quick “you good?” he usually shot me whenever he was away. That had become our thing… our rhythm. Lately, it had been nothing. I curled deeper into the blanket on the couch, the same spot I’d been in for hours. The phone Ghost gave me was hidden in the back of the bathroom cabinet like he said. No calls, no texts, no internet. Just isolation and shadows in a place that didn’t even feel like mine.
I tried to distract myself, grabbing one of the books off the shelf, theCaptured By A Bama Plugseries I’d already read twice. The words started to blur, my mind refused to settle. I kept staring at the same paragraph, not reading a damn thing. That’s when I got up, walked into the bathroom, and dug out the burner phone and said fuck it. I was tired of feeling caged, tired of playing obedient for a man who left me in the dark.
The screen lit up as I scrolled until I found Tori’s name and hit dial. She picked up halfway through the second ring.
“Well damn,” she said, her voice coated in sleep and attitude. “You finally decide to call a bitch back?”
I exhaled a small laugh, the first one in days. “Girl, don’t start.”
“Don’t start?” she yawned. “That man been out there braking yo walls in, sis. You was just a virgin last week, Ivy. What kind of power Ghost got over you to still be boo’d up out the in the boondocks with him?”
“It’s... complicated.”
Tori snorted. “Complicated? Bitch, I know complicated. Wanna hear about mine?”
I sat on the edge of the bed and nodded even though she couldn’t see me. “Yeah, go ahead.”
“Tell me why I went to Marcus’s place last night and ended up handcuffed to his damn bed?”
“Wait—what? The one you went on the date with, fucked him and them ghosted him?”
“Stay focused, Ivy, it gets worse. He walked in, saw me on his couch, naked, mind you… and instead of being shocked, this man started talking shit about needing to check his doorman. Next thing I know, he got me bent over the ottoman, then we fuck damn near all night, from his living room to the bed.”
I pressed my hand to my face. “You’re insane.”
“Insane? Girl, I’m dicked down, stretched out, and still trying to remember how I got home this morning. He’s nasty, Ivy. The kind of nasty I don’t even feel comfortable saying out loud.”
Despite the heavy weight in my chest, I found myself laughing again. “So, what, he got you hooked now?”
“Hell yeah. I ain’t even gonna lie. But enough about me…spill. Where is your man? What’s his name again? Grim? Ghost? Casper?”
“Ghost,” I whispered, the name catching in my throat.
There was a pause. “Wait... you okay? You sound off.”
I lay back, staring at the ceiling. “I still haven’t told him about the pregnancy, Tori.”
